Hearing the dissatisfaction in Song Qiao's tone, Lu Jingchen remained unruffled and hooked the corner of his mouth slightly, with a slight raise of his eyebrows, "Jealous?"
Song Qiao retorted, "I don't have the leisure and mood for that. If every day I'm either angry for you or jealous, then this marriage is really too exhausting. We might as well get a divorce..."
At the latter part of what Song Qiao said, Lu Jingchen's eyes darkened, filled with shattered emotions. His handsome face turned somber, and with furrowed brows, he said, "Qiaoqiao, don't let me hear the word 'divorce' again."
Song Qiao's eyes held a cool smile as she touched her cheek, her face serene, her voice still gentle and soft, "Well, if you say not to talk about it, then I won't. Didn't you say to get up and eat? How can I eat like this?"
